Last week I heard some kid at the gym refer to Elton John as old people music. I like Elton. He is not my favorite artist, but I like quite a bit of his music. Guess that makes me a lover of old people music.
I noticed that the person who had made the comment was wearing a shirt from my high school. I made the mistake of asking him when he graduated. He looked at me and said next year and then i in the same breath asked me when I got out. It is not that I feel old, I really don’t, but heck I got out of there several years before he was born.
Last weekend I ran into some of my old campers. They all wanted to know if I married my girlfriend…from 1988. It is not that it is impossible for things like that to happen, it is just funny that it didn’t occur to them that my life might be different now. I suppose that we all like to think of the old and familiar as being just as we remember it.
This happens to me on the basketball court. At least once a week I am surprised that I can’t run/move like I could when I was twenty. The brain remembers what the body could do. Sometimes the body responds and sometimes it leaves you flat on your back. Or sometimes you grit your teeth and swear beneath your breath about that bleeping twenty year old who managed to get by you because years ago it never would have happened.
I still race my son and his friends. In a sprint they haven’t a chance of beating me, but I can see that this is not going to last for all that long. I have a few years. For a while I’ll be able to use my size to my advantage but it won’t be long before that doesn’t work anymore.
Every day I do something to try and stay in shape. Every day I do something to try and stave off old age for a little bit longer. Some of it is vanity and some of it is reality. G-d willing my genes will follow the same sort of pattern as my grandparents and great aunts and uncles. That means that I’ll live to be over 90 if not much longer. I am determined to be physically and mentally fit. Maybe it is a young man’s voice speaking, but I can’t stomach the idea of being stuck in a wheelchair.
Earlier this evening I sat outside listening to Ray Charles and drinking some Scotch. It was a very pleasant moment. Alone in the dark I stared at the moon and thought of those I love the most. It was most enjoyable. I was a bit disappointed to come back inside.
But I was more disappointed to see two big bugs follow me inside. I am not a bug hater, but then again I don’t cotton to creatures that might choose to use me as a 24 hour buffet. I’d try and shush them outside but I have a feeling that they might manage to invite some of their friends in before I could evict them.